Book, Chapter

1    3,  84|        basely flies when ruin o'er you towers.~The strollers
2    3, 100|       anything of me, and make 'er ashamed."~
3    5, 136|       weeping willows bending o'er a brook~Or drooping poppies
4    5, 137|     boon,~Whom fair Dione set o'er forests wide~As God: whom
5    5, 153|   slipped from my mind, given o'er to the wandering winds,
6    6     | bridegroom!) hardly fain~Hast e'er refrained; now do refrain!~
7    6     |      gaze~Upon thee (Lesbia!) o'er me strays~My tongue is dulled,
8    6     |         Rings either ear, and o'er are strown~Mine eyes with